here my latest one hope you enjoy
Jessie-Amanda
Mark Jessie's boyfriend was waiting for her so they could go eat. Jessie was checking herself out in the bathroom mirror " Tight Bikini Top check great Micro shorts Check best legs in town Check" Jessies leaves the bathroom to met Mark " Close your eyes babe" as she stands in front of Mark "Ok open what you think" Jessie says with a smile. Mark looking at her "Wow" he says, then turns his attention back to her "You look so hot" he says, pulling her into a passionate kiss. "You know what I want" she says, grinding her hips against his crotch. "You wish" a familiar voice interrupts. Jessie and Mark both turn around to see another lady standing there, looking smug. "Oh hello Amanda" Mark says, looking confused. "I was just on my way to the restroom when I saw you two looking quite cozy" Amanda explains, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Jessie glares at her rival. "Well you're just in time, why don't you join us?" she says, motioning to the empty table nearby. Amanda hesitates for a moment before sitting down, a smirk forming on her lips. The tension in the air is palpable as the three of them sit at the table, Mark caught in the middle.
"So, Amanda, how's life been treating you?" Jessie asks politely, but her voice drips with venom. Amanda laughs, shaking her head. "Oh, you know, the usual. Trying to steal my man, just like you tried before. But you should know better by now, Jessie. He belongs with me." She leans in close to Mark, running her hand up his thigh. Jessie clenches her fists, angry heat rising within her. "Oh really?" she says, her voice dangerously low. "Then why don't you just leave him alone?" Mark looks back and forth between them, clearly uncomfortable with the escalating tension.
The waiter arrives at their table, taking their orders. Jessie and Amanda both glance at each other before ordering, each trying to outdo the other in choosing the most expensive items. Mark tries to make a joke, but it falls flat. The air is heavy with animosity as they wait for their food. Jessie glances at Amanda's legs, which are barely covered by her dress, and then at her own shorts. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she's about to do.
When the food arrives, they all begin eating, but the tension between Jessie and Amanda only grows. Jessie takes a sip of her wine and then slowly sets the glass down on the table. She leans forward, putting one hand on the table and the other on her knee. "You know," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "I've been thinking. Maybe we should just settle this like real women." Amanda laughs, tossing her hair back. "Oh yeah? And what do you have in mind, sweetheart?" she asks, a malicious glint in her eye.
Jessie smirks, uncrossing her legs slowly and deliberately. "Well," she says, "how about a catfight? Right here, right now?" Mark's eyes widen in shock, but Amanda's face turns a shade of crimson with anger. She leans across the table, her breasts pressing against Jessie's arm. "You're on," she hisses. But on one condition we go in the alley and no interference ok bitch? Jessie nods, her grin widening. "Deal."
They finish their meals quickly, barely tasting the food. The waiter brings the check, but they barely notice him as they stand up, tossing their chairs back with a loud scrape against the floor. The other patrons in the restaurant turn to stare as Jessie and Amanda storm toward the exit, Mark trailing behind them in shock. They exit the restaurant and head toward the alley behind it, where they can have some privacy.
The alley is dimly lit, with only a few flickering streetlights casting eerie shadows on the walls. Trash cans and discarded cardboard boxes litter the ground, making it easy for them to find things to use as weapons. Jessie and Amanda circle each other warily, their bodies tense and ready to spring into action. Mark backs up against the wall, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal as he watches the two women prepare to fight.
"You're really going to do this?" he whispers, his voice cracking. Amanda glances over at him, a predatory grin spreading across her face. "Oh yeah," she says, her voice low and menacing. "We're going to settle this once and for all."
Jessie nods, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She takes a step forward, bending down to pick up a broken bottle from the ground. She hefts it in her hand, feeling the satisfying weight of it. "Let's do this," she growls.
Amanda laughs, a harsh, mocking sound. "You think that's going to help you?" She kicks at a pile of trash, sending it flying across the alley. "I've been taking self-defense classes, sweetheart. You're not the first girl to try and use a weapon on me." She reaches behind her back and pulls off her heels, tossing them aside.
Jessie's heart races, but she doesn't show any signs of fear. Instead, she feels a thrill of anticipation course through her veins. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the fight. "Well then," she says, her voice steady despite her pounding heart, "let's see what you've got."
Amanda lunges forward, her fists flying in a blur. Jessie dodges nimbly, feeling the wind from Amanda's punches as they whiz past her. She counters with a quick jab to Amanda's stomach, but Amanda merely laughs it off. They circle each other again, each woman searching for an opening.
Mark watches, transfixed, as the two women fight. He can't believe what he's seeing, but a part of him is aroused by the raw power and aggression on display. He wonders who will come out on top, or if they'll both end up hurt. He takes a step forward, feeling like he should do something to break up the fight, but then thinks better of it. Maybe this is what they need.
Amanda lands a solid punch to Jessie's jaw, sending her stumbling back against the wall. Jessie winces in pain, but it only seems to fuel her anger. She pushes herself off the wall and launches herself at Amanda, their bodies colliding in a tangle of limbs. They roll around on the ground, scratching and clawing at each other. Mark winces as he hears the sound of flesh hitting flesh, but he can't look away.
Jessie manages to break free from Amanda's grasp and scramble to her feet. Her hand goes instinctively to her hair, which has come loose from its ponytail. She glares at Amanda, who is still on the ground, struggling to get up. "You think that's all you've got?" she sneers.
Amanda narrows her eyes and spits out a mouthful of blood. "Oh no," she says through gritted teeth. "That's far from all I've got." She slowly rises to her feet, her movements deliberate and controlled. Jessie feels a shiver of fear run down her spine as she realizes that Amanda is even more dangerous when she's injured.
The two women circle each other once more, each assessing the other's injuries. Mark watches, breathless, as they slowly inch closer together. He knows this is it - the moment of truth. He wonders if they'll finally stop fighting, or if one of them will push too far and end up hurt.
Jessie's heart races, her muscles tense as she readies herself for the next blow. Amanda's eyes are cold and calculating, her fists clenched at her sides. They move closer and closer, until they're mere inches apart. Jessie can feel Amanda's breath on her face, smell the metallic tang of blood.
With a primal scream, Jessie lunges forward, aiming a vicious roundhouse kick at Amanda's side. Amanda manages to duck just in time, but the force of the kick sends her stumbling backwards. Jessie follows up with a flurry of punches, landing several solid hits to Amanda's face and body. Amanda grunts with each impact, but she doesn't go down.
Mark's heart is pounding in his chest as he watches the two women fight. He can see the determination in Jessie's eyes, the raw power behind her punches. But he also sees Amanda's resilience, her refusal to give up or surrender. He knows that this fight will only end when one of them can no longer continue.
As Jessie presses her advantage, Amanda retreats, using her superior footwork to keep her opponent at bay. She lands a sharp jab to Jessie's ribs, followed by a hook to her jaw. Jessie stumbles back, momentarily dazed. Amanda takes advantage of the opening, launching herself forward with a spinning back fist that connects solidly with Jessie's shoulder.
Mark winces as he hears the sickening thud of the impact. Jessie cries out in pain, her shoulders slumping slightly. Amanda steps in closer, her fists a blur as she unleashes a flurry of punches aimed at Jessie's vulnerable midsection. Jessie tries to cover up, but Amanda is simply too fast and too powerful.
The fight spills out into the alley, the women's grunts and shouts echoing off the walls. They roll around in the dirt, their bodies slick with sweat and blood. Amanda manages to get on top of Jessie, pinning her arms to the ground. Jessie struggles futilely, but Amanda's grip is like steel. She looks down at Jessie, their faces mere inches apart. "Give up," she growls. "It's over."
Jessie spits in her face. "Never."
Amanda's eyes widen with surprise, and then narrow. She raises her hand, intending to slap Jessie across the face, but Jessie rolls to the side at the last moment, freeing her arm. With a burst of strength, she manages to throw Amanda off of her. The two women scramble to their feet, panting heavily, their bodies battered and bruised.
The alley is silent for a moment, as they both regain their bearings. Mark's heart is pounding in his chest, his hands shaking. He knows that this fight has gone on long enough, that it's time for one of them to give up. But neither woman shows any signs of doing so.
Amanda lunges forward, aiming a kick at Jessie's knee. Jessie manages to jump back just in time, but the impact still sends her stumbling. She lands on her hands and knees, wincing in pain. Amanda follows up with a quick jab to Jessie's kidney, then another to her chin. Jessie's head snaps back, but she doesn't go down.
Mark watches in awe as the two women fight. He's never seen anything like it. Their movements are fluid and graceful, almost like a dance of death. Amanda circles around Jessie, feinting with her left hand while her right hand remains coiled back like a snake ready to strike. Jessie tries to anticipate Amanda's next move, but she's too fast.
Amanda lunges forward, her fist connecting with Jessie's jaw in a resounding crack. Jessie stumbles backwards, her head snapping back. Amanda follows up with a roundhouse kick that sends Jessie flying through the air and landing hard on the ground. She rolls to her side, wincing in pain. Amanda strides over to her, her foot hovering above Jessie's prostrate form.
"You should have just given up," she growls. "You could have saved yourself a world of hurt."
Jessie spits out a mouthful of blood and winces from the pain. "You're not... hurting me," she gasps. "You can't..."
Amanda's eyes narrow. "Oh, really?" She stomps her foot down on Jessie's ribcage, feeling them crack beneath her weight. Jessie screams in agony, her body writhing beneath Amanda's relentless assault. "You think I'm not hurting you now?"
The pain in Jessie's side is excruciating. She can barely breathe, let alone form a coherent thought. Her vision begins to blur, but she refuses to give up. She's fought too hard and come too far to let Amanda win now. With a burst of strength she doesn't know she has left, Jessie rolls out of the way just as Amanda aims a kick at her head.
Amanda turns her attention back to Jessie, her body coiled and ready. Jessie takes a shaky breath, trying to gather her wits about her. She can't let Amanda get close enough to land another blow like the last one. She has to keep her distance.
The two women circle each other warily, their eyes locked on one another. Amanda feints with her left hand, drawing Jessie's attention before lunging forward with her right. Jessie manages to dodge the punch, but Amanda is quick to follow up with a spinning backfist that connects solidly with Jessie's jaw. Jessie's head snaps back, stars dancing in her vision.
She's not sure how much more of this she can take. Amanda is relentless, her strikes coming faster and harder with each passing moment. Jessie tries to focus, to find an opening, but Amanda seems to be everywhere at once. She ducks under a roundhouse kick and attempts to launch her own counterattack, but Amanda is too quick, blocking her punch with ease.
Frustrated, Jessie retreats a few steps, trying to regroup. She can't keep this up much longer; she needs to find a way to turn the tide of the fight. As she circles around Amanda, she spots a discarded piece of wood on the ground. In desperation, she lunges forward, snatching it up and holding it out in front of her like a makeshift club.
Amanda cocks an eyebrow, amused by Jessie's unorthodox choice of weapon. "You really think that's going to help you?" she asks, feinting with her right hand before launching a quick jab to Jessie's stomach. The piece of wood rattles in Jessie's grasp, but she doesn't let go.
Jessie swings the makeshift club wildly, aiming for Amanda's head. Amanda ducks under the clumsy attack and delivers a powerful roundhouse kick that sends Jessie stumbling backwards. As Jessie regains her balance, she sees Amanda advancing on her with a predatory smile.
"You're really going to try to fight me with that?" Amanda asks, her voice low and menacing. "You should have just given up when you had the chance."
Jessie grits her teeth and tightens her grip on the makeshift club. "I'm not giving up," she says through gritted teeth. "Not now, not ever."
Amanda laughs, the sound cold and cruel. "You're just making this easier for me," she says, feinting with her right hand again before launching a left hook to Jessie's jaw. The impact snaps Jessie's head to the side, but she doesn't let go of the club.
Furious now, Jessie swings the makeshift weapon wildly, aiming for Amanda's knees. Amanda hops nimbly out of the way, her eyes narrowing as she watches Jessie's desperate attack. The club connects with the ground, sending up a shower of dirt and gravel that stings Jessie's eyes and makes it difficult to see.
Blinded momentarily, Jessie feels a surge of panic. Amanda takes advantage of her disorientation, launching a flurry of strikes that send Jessie stumbling backward. She's losing control of the fight, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to keep her balance.
Just as Jessie thinks she's about to go down for good, she hears a voice in her head, urging her to keep going. It's her mom, telling her to never give up, to keep fighting no matter how impossible the odds might seem. The memory of her mother's words gives her new strength, and she manages to regain her footing.
Amanda, sensing Jessie's renewed determination, grows impatient. She launches a series of rapid-fire punches and kicks, aiming to finish this once and for all. Jessie blocks as many as she can, but some of the blows manage to land, sending sharp pains shooting through her body.
With each block, Jessie feels a new surge of anger and frustration. She knows that she can't keep this up for much longer; she needs to find a way to turn the tables on Amanda. As Amanda pauses for a moment to catch her breath, Jessie takes the opportunity to launch a feint of her own. She feigns a swing at Amanda's legs, then quickly switches it into an uppercut aimed at her chin.
Amanda is momentarily caught off guard by the sudden change in strategy, but she quickly recovers and blocks the punch. Undeterred, Jessie presses her advantage, launching a series of quick jabs and crosses aimed at Amanda's exposed midsection. Amanda manages to deflect most of them, but the sheer speed and precision behind Jessie's attacks are starting to wear her down.
The two combatants circle each other warily, searching for an opening. Amanda, her face flushed with anger, tries to land a powerful roundhouse kick, but Jessie ducks underneath it effortlessly. She counters with a sharp elbow strike to Amanda's ribs, forcing her to stagger back. As Amanda regains her balance, she glares at Jessie, her eyes narrowing into slits.
Their battle becomes a dance of violence, each girl using her body as a weapon against the other. Jessie feints left, then goes right, her movements fluid and graceful despite the brutality of the situation. Amanda, on the other hand, seems to grow more and more frustrated with each failed attempt to land a blow.
Jessie feels a surge of confidence as she sees Amanda's composure beginning to slip. She launches a series of quick, precise punches and kicks, aiming for her opponent's vulnerable areas. Amanda manages to block most of them, but she's clearly starting to tire.
In the midst of the fight, Jessie spots a large rock near them. Without hesitation, she ducks underneath one of Amanda's swings and rolls forward, grabbing the rock as she goes. She springs to her feet, hefting the heavy rock above her head like a hammer. Amanda's eyes go wide with fear as she realizes what Jessie is about to do.
With all her might, Jessie brings the rock crashing down on Amanda's shoulder. There's a sickening crunch, and Amanda crumples to the ground, screaming in agony. The impact of the rock knocks the wind out of Jessie as well, but she's too overwhelmed with the knowledge that she's won to care.
She stands there for a moment, panting heavily, as Amanda writhes on the ground clutching her injured shoulder. The sounds of the crowd around them grow distant, as if they're watching from underwater. Jessie's vision begins to blur, and she realizes that she's going to pass out any second.
With a final surge of strength, she forces herself to turn away from Amanda and stumble off the makeshift battlefield. Her legs feel like jelly, and her whole body aches from the fight. As she moves through the crowd, she can feel their eyes on her, assessing her, trying to decide if she's worthy of their respect. She doesn't care what they think; all she knows is that she's alive, and Amanda isn't.
